A World Apart

I've spent the last several days in an alternate universe. Well, it was really just a theme park, but it seemed like a "whole new world" (cue song, please!) Yes, I've been in Disney World, fighting my way through crowds of hot, irritable people, standing in endless queues, paying far too much money for overly large portions of average tasting food, and attempting to convince myself that I'm having a good time. I am not unfamiliar with the American theme park experience, particularly the Walt Disney World Experience, and there is no doubt that Disney does theme parks very well. The attention to detail is amazing, and there is a huge variety of experiences on offer. No mindless roller coasters for Walt's parks- even the "thrill rides" have a theme. The newest entry in this vein is Mission Everest, a huge replica of Mt. Everest with a winding miner's railroad that scales the peak in a hair raising journey, hauling you hundreds of feet into the air before sending you careening to the bottom once again.

The difference on this trip was the presence of an eight year old child, which meant we couldn't just meander desultorily through the parks for an hour or two, and return to our hotel for drinks around the pool. We had to really do the park -mingle with the masses, ride the rides, eat the food, brave the heat.

What struck me most about the crowds on this trip was the single minded determination to have a good time, even if it killed them. Late one afternoon, I overheard a mother complaining about her whining five year, saying that he had been "like that" since they got there at 7:00 a.m. that morning! American's can be greedy, and we don't really know how to pace ourselves. This is never more evident than at Disney World, where the game plan is to experience as much as possible as fast as you can.

But in spite of the crowds and confusion (and just plain misery sometimes) we came away feeling as if it were all worthwhile. By the end of the trip,we were laughing about getting soaked on the Kali River Rapids ride, and missing the 11:00 showing of Stitch's Great Adventure because we were standing in line to get a "fast pass" for Splash Mountain. Or not being able to get an ice cream cone because there was a parade going by and they wouldn't let us cross the street to get to the ice cream parlor.

Maybe our ability to find satisfaction in the face of adversity is also an American trait. One of my favorite shows at Epcot, The American Adventure, quite beautfully depicts the traumas of the first American settlers, and reminds us of the work it's taken to get this country where it is, brash, bold, even rude, but always seeking happiness and a good life experience. I guess that's the spirit that keeps us plugging along, through theme parks and through life in the 21st century. Hopeully, that same spirit will provide the guts to keep us in glory for centuries to come - the spirt that sets us apart from the rest of the world.

One Deep Breath

Imminent storm -Tropical winds send clouds racing To protect the moon. Tropical storm Alberto joined us during our vacation in Florida this week. One windy evening I looked skyward to see the heavens covered with ragged clouds hurrying by, gathering in a protective clump around the moon. For more haiku go here.

Sunday Scribblings-Mystery

Ah, sweet mystery of life! There are an infinite number of things that gnaw at my mind, begging for answers. Mysteries both large and small, like what would my life have been like if I was born 50 (or 100, or 150) years earlier? Or if I had been a tall blue eyed blonde, rather than a dumpy brown eyed brunette? Would I have been a good elementary school teacher, if I had finished my education degree? Or would I have been a better concert pianist, if I had had the chops to enter all those competitions? There is one mystery that I try not to think about too much, but it occasionally appears in my subconscious like an ugly troll popping it's head out the cave, leering at me with an impish grin. I usually slam my hand down on it and shove it back into the hole, but sometimes I let it stay in the light of day for a moment and just consider it.

This mystery is about the children I decided not have. As a young woman, I was determined to have only one child. There were numerous reasons for this decision in my mind, and they don't matter now. In terms of life mysteries, though, that decision has left me with a pretty huge unsolvable one.

So, now I'm left with questions that just gnaw at my psyche. Would there have been a daughter (perhaps tall and blue-eyed like her dad and brother?) Would she have been a musician, an artist, a writer, or a mathmatician or engineer, becuase all those genes were in her pool? Would she be another perfectionstic control freak like the majority of us in this family, or would she have inherited some recessive, laid back, fun-loving gene from a relative I never even met? Would she be married? Would she have children of her own?

There are no answers to these questions. And maybe that's just as well. The pain that comes from not knowing, is probably also the salvation of not knowing. I guess some mysteries are best left unsolved.

Grateful Friday

Besides the fact that it's Friday, here are a few more things I'm grateful for... School's Out! The mouse that has been living a charmed life in my kitchen and avoiding all my effots to dispatch him seems to have disappeared... The weather is absolutely gorgeous, Michigan at it's best with fresh breezes and blue skies... My best friend is home from two weeks in Paris (lucky her!) and it's Girls Night Out tonight...

School's Out! A package from Amazon arrived on my doorstep yesterday, containing the new Anne Tyler novel... My favorite capri pants from last summer still fit... The latest batch of medical records I'm supposed to review for my office job is not as big as I thought it was...

School's Out!

I was able to hang my sheets on the outside clothesline, so they smell delicious after spending the day drying in the sun... I have no concerts this weekend... I'm headed south tomorrow to see my son and daughter in law, and also to spend three days in Disney World with some dear friends and their eight year old daughter...

Did I mention - SCHOOL'S OUT!

Poetry Thursday

Tiny Warrior

I dare you, she said
white knuckles tight fisted on the wheel
teeth clenched, jaw rigid
fire darting from steely blue eyes.
I dare you to do that again.
Harnessed safely behind her, he sat.
Chubby loins girded defiantly,
miniature Nikes poised to strike.
Should I? or not?
In one swift motion, the decision was made
THUMP! on the seat at the small of her back.
She freezes.
He laughs.
She cries.
I cheated a litte on this week's Poetry Thursday suggestion (which was to "listen in" on some anonymous converstions) because this poem was inspired by a second hand experience a friend of mine related to me. When she described this scene with her sister and nephew, I was reminded of how powerless our children can make us feel sometimes. I really sympathized with this mother, whose car seat had been kicked umpteen times while she's sitting in traffic. Yes, you would want to scream at that child, who is really only tired and bored, just like you are. But sometimes the effort to subdue all your baser instincts is just so humongous that all you can manage to do is cry.